[These last few weeks, Hannah has been taking it easy, nursing her broken leg and gaining her health back. She's been mostly alone in the hospital, but the interaction with the few nurses there had brought her spirits up. She had spent days... weeks down in the mines by herself, left for dead with no one but the corpse of her sister. Being brought to Ryslig and staying at this hospital was a blessing.
Hannah would have been fine hiding away, but the Fog was coming and Hannah knew she had to go, lest she hurt anyone. So the day the fog had started to roll in, she left, hoping she could see the people who nursed her back to health again as friends, and not future meals.
The changes on Hannah had been unkind, but not entirely so. Her ears were stretching and becoming pointed but with only minimal discomfort. Her nails were bleeding, small growths having started under them to start ripping the nails out of their beds, but while it stung, the process wasn't that painful. What was painful was having her arms and legs stretch out, making her skin go pale and white. Her arms and legs were thin and boney, and Hannah wasn't oblivious to what she was changing to.
She was becoming that thing she saw with Beth, the night when they fell.
Hannah was out looking for a place to stay that morning, rubbing her arms, tracing her fingers on her tattoo when she caught sight of someone in the corner of her eye. She looks up and then she freezes like a deer in the headlights. Sure, the flowers are odd but there was no mistaking her.]
3- Take a guess. At least ryslig wendigos are 900% fluffier
Hannah would have been fine hiding away, but the Fog was coming and Hannah knew she had to go, lest she hurt anyone. So the day the fog had started to roll in, she left, hoping she could see the people who nursed her back to health again as friends, and not future meals.
The changes on Hannah had been unkind, but not entirely so. Her ears were stretching and becoming pointed but with only minimal discomfort. Her nails were bleeding, small growths having started under them to start ripping the nails out of their beds, but while it stung, the process wasn't that painful. What was painful was having her arms and legs stretch out, making her skin go pale and white. Her arms and legs were thin and boney, and Hannah wasn't oblivious to what she was changing to.
She was becoming that thing she saw with Beth, the night when they fell.
Hannah was out looking for a place to stay that morning, rubbing her arms, tracing her fingers on her tattoo when she caught sight of someone in the corner of her eye. She looks up and then she freezes like a deer in the headlights. Sure, the flowers are odd but there was no mistaking her.]
Sam? Sam? Is that you?